Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.